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there did not seem to be any further question that he wanted to ask, still less did he feel any impulse to utter high sounding generalities.

ðɛɹ dɪd nɑt sim tu bi ɛni fɜ˞ðɜ˞ kwɛstʃʌn ðæt hi wɔntɪd tu æsk, stɪl lɛs dɪd hi fil ɛni ɪmpʌls tu ʌtɜ˞ haɪ saʊndɪŋ dʒɛnɜ˞ælʌtiz.

instead of anything directly connected with o'brien or the brotherhood, there came into his mind a sort of composite picture of the dark bedroom where his mother had spent her last days, and the little room over mr charrington's shop, and the glass paperweight, and the steel engraving in its rosewood frame.

ɪnstɛd ʌv ɛniθɪŋ dɜ˞ɛktli kʌnɛktɪd wɪð oʊ'bɹaɪɪn ɔɹ ðʌ bɹʌðɜ˞hʊd, ðɛɹ keɪm ɪntu hɪz maɪnd ʌ sɔɹt ʌv kʌmpɑzʌt pɪktʃɜ˞ ʌv ðʌ dɑɹk bɛdɹum wɛɹ hɪz mʌðɜ˞ hæd spɛnt hɜ˞ læst deɪz, ʌnd ðʌ lɪtʌl ɹum oʊvɜ˞ mɪstɜ˞ 'ɛs ʃɑp, ʌnd ðʌ ɡlæs peɪpɜ˞weɪt, ʌnd ðʌ stil ɪnɡɹeɪvɪŋ ɪn ɪts ɹoʊzwʊd fɹeɪm.

almost at random he said,

ɔlmoʊst æt ɹændʌm hi sɛd,

'did you ever happen to hear an old rhyme that begins 'oranges and lemons, say the bells of st clement's'?'

'dɪd ju ɛvɜ˞ hæpʌn tu hiɹ æn oʊld ɹaɪm ðæt bɪɡɪnz 'ɔɹʌndʒʌz ʌnd lɛmʌnz, seɪ ðʌ bɛlz ʌv stɹit klɛmʌnt'ɛs'?'

again o'brien nodded.

ʌɡɛn oʊ'bɹaɪɪn nɑdʌd.

with a sort of grave courtesy he completed the stanza,

wɪð ʌ sɔɹt ʌv ɡɹeɪv kɜ˞tʌsi hi kʌmplitʌd ðʌ stænzʌ,

'you're a traitor!' yelled the boy.

'ju'ɹeɪ ʌ tɹeɪtɜ˞!' jɛld ðʌ bɔɪ.

'oranges and lemons, say the bells of st clement's,

'ɔɹʌndʒʌz ʌnd lɛmʌnz, seɪ ðʌ bɛlz ʌv stɹit klɛmʌnt'ɛs,

you owe me three farthings, say the bells of st martin's,

ju oʊ mi θɹi , seɪ ðʌ bɛlz ʌv stɹit mɑɹtʌn'ɛs,

when will you pay me?

wɛn wɪl ju peɪ mi?

say the bells of old bailey

seɪ ðʌ bɛlz ʌv oʊld beɪli

when i grow rich, say the bells of shoreditch.'

wɛn aɪ ɡɹoʊ ɹɪtʃ, seɪ ðʌ bɛlz ʌv .'

'you knew the last line!'

'ju nu ðʌ læst laɪn!'

said winston.

sɛd wɪnstʌn.

'yes, i knew the last line.

'jɛs, aɪ nu ðʌ læst laɪn.

and now, i am afraid, it is time for you to go.

ʌnd naʊ, aɪ æm ʌfɹeɪd, ɪt ɪz taɪm fɔɹ ju tu ɡoʊ.

but wait.

bʌt weɪt.

'you're a thought criminal! you're a eurasian spy! i'll shoot you, i'll vaporize you, i'll send you to the salt mines!'.

'ju'ɹeɪ ʌ θɔt kɹɪmʌnʌl! ju'ɹeɪ ʌ jʊɹeɪʒɪn spaɪ! aɪ' ʃut ju, aɪ' veɪpɜ˞aɪz ju, aɪ' sɛnd ju tu ðʌ sɔlt maɪnz!'.

you had better let me give you one of these tablets.'

ju hæd bɛtɜ˞ lɛt mi ɡɪv ju wʌn ʌv ðiz tæblʌts.'

as winston stood up o'brien held out a hand.

æz wɪnstʌn stʊd ʌp oʊ'bɹaɪɪn hɛld aʊt ʌ hænd.

his powerful grip crushed the bones of winston's palm.

hɪz paʊɜ˞fʌl ɡɹɪp kɹʌʃt ðʌ boʊnz ʌv wɪnstʌn'ɛs pɑm.

at the door winston looked back, but o'brien seemed already to be in process of putting him out of mind.

æt ðʌ dɔɹ wɪnstʌn lʊkt bæk, bʌt oʊ'bɹaɪɪn simd ɔlɹɛdi tu bi ɪn pɹɑsɛs ʌv pʌtɪŋ hɪm aʊt ʌv maɪnd.

he was waiting with his hand on the switch that controlled the telescreen.

hi wɑz weɪtɪŋ wɪð hɪz hænd ɑn ðʌ swɪtʃ ðæt kʌntɹoʊld ðʌ .

beyond him winston could see the writing table with its green shaded lamp and the speakwrite and the wire baskets deep laden with papers.

bɪɑnd hɪm wɪnstʌn kʊd si ðʌ ɹaɪtɪŋ teɪbʌl wɪð ɪts ɡɹin ʃeɪdɪd læmp ʌnd ðʌ ʌnd ðʌ waɪɜ˞ bæskʌts dip leɪdʌn wɪð peɪpɜ˞z.

the incident was closed.

ðʌ ɪnsʌdʌnt wɑz kloʊzd.

within thirty seconds, it occurred to him, o'brien would be back at his interrupted and important work on behalf of the party.

wɪðɪn θɜ˞di sɛkʌndz, ɪt ʌkɜ˞d tu hɪm, oʊ'bɹaɪɪn wʊd bi bæk æt hɪz ɪntɜ˞ʌptɪd ʌnd ɪmpɔɹtʌnt wɜ˞k ɑn bɪhæf ʌv ðʌ pɑɹti.

winston was gelatinous with fatigue.

wɪnstʌn wɑz dʒʌlætʌnʌs wɪð fʌtiɡ.

gelatinous was the right word.

dʒʌlætʌnʌs wɑz ðʌ ɹaɪt wɜ˞d.

suddenly they were both leaping round him, shouting 'traitor!' and 'thought criminal!' the little girl imitating her brother in every movement.

sʌdʌnli ðeɪ wɜ˞ boʊθ lipɪŋ ɹaʊnd hɪm, ʃaʊtɪŋ 'tɹeɪtɜ˞!' ʌnd 'θɔt kɹɪmʌnʌl!' ðʌ lɪtʌl ɡɜ˞l ɪmʌteɪtɪŋ hɜ˞ bɹʌðɜ˞ ɪn ɛvɜ˞i muvmʌnt.

it had come into his head spontaneously.

ɪt hæd kʌm ɪntu hɪz hɛd spɑnteɪniʌsli.

his body seemed to have not only the weakness of a jelly, but its translucency.

hɪz bɑdi simd tu hæv nɑt oʊnli ðʌ wiknʌs ʌv ʌ dʒɛli, bʌt ɪts .

he felt that if he held up his hand he would be able to see the light through it.

hi fɛlt ðæt ɪf hi hɛld ʌp hɪz hænd hi wʊd bi eɪbʌl tu si ðʌ laɪt θɹu ɪt.

all the blood and lymph had been drained out of him by an enormous debauch of work, leaving only a frail structure of nerves, bones, and skin.

ɔl ðʌ blʌd ʌnd lɪmf hæd bɪn dɹeɪnd aʊt ʌv hɪm baɪ æn ɪnɔɹmʌs ʌv wɜ˞k, livɪŋ oʊnli ʌ fɹeɪl stɹʌktʃɜ˞ ʌv nɜ˞vz, boʊnz, ʌnd skɪn.

all sensations seemed to be magnified.

ɔl sɛnseɪʃʌnz simd tu bi mæɡnʌfaɪd.

his overalls fretted his shoulders, the pavement tickled his feet, even the opening and closing of a hand was an effort that made his joints creak.

hɪz oʊvɜ˞ɔlz fɹɛtɪd hɪz ʃoʊldɜ˞z, ðʌ peɪvmʌnt tɪkʌld hɪz fit, ivɪn ðʌ oʊpʌnɪŋ ʌnd kloʊzɪŋ ʌv ʌ hænd wɑz æn ɛfɜ˞t ðæt meɪd hɪz dʒɔɪnts kɹik.

he had worked more than ninety hours in five days.

hi hæd wɜ˞kt mɔɹ ðæn naɪnti aʊɜ˞z ɪn faɪv deɪz.

so had everyone else in the ministry.

soʊ hæd ɛvɹiwʌn ɛls ɪn ðʌ mɪnʌstɹi.

now it was all over, and he had literally nothing to do, no party work of any description, until tomorrow morning.

naʊ ɪt wɑz ɔl oʊvɜ˞, ʌnd hi hæd lɪtɜ˞ʌli nʌθɪŋ tu du, noʊ pɑɹti wɜ˞k ʌv ɛni dɪskɹɪpʃʌn, ʌntɪl tʌmɑɹoʊ mɔɹnɪŋ.

he could spend six hours in the hiding place and another nine in his own bed.

hi kʊd spɛnd sɪks aʊɜ˞z ɪn ðʌ haɪdɪŋ pleɪs ʌnd ʌnʌðɜ˞ naɪn ɪn hɪz oʊn bɛd.

it was somehow slightly frightening, like the gambolling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man eaters.

ɪt wɑz sʌmhaʊ slaɪtli fɹaɪtʌnɪŋ, laɪk ðʌ ʌv taɪɡɜ˞ kʌbz wɪtʃ wɪl sun ɡɹoʊ ʌp ɪntu mæn itɜ˞z.

you had to live did live, from habit that became instinct in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.

ju hæd tu laɪv dɪd laɪv, fɹʌm hæbʌt ðæt bɪkeɪm ɪnstɪŋkt ɪn ðʌ ʌsʌmpʃʌn ðæt ɛvɜ˞i saʊnd ju meɪd wɑz oʊvɜ˞hɜ˞d, ʌnd, ɪksɛpt ɪn dɑɹknʌs, ɛvɜ˞i muvmʌnt skɹutʌnaɪzd.

slowly, in mild afternoon sunshine, he walked up a dingy street in the direction of mr charrington's shop, keeping one eye open for the patrols, but irrationally convinced that this afternoon there was no danger of anyone interfering with him.

sloʊli, ɪn maɪld æftɜ˞nun sʌnʃaɪn, hi wɔkt ʌp ʌ dɪndʒi stɹit ɪn ðʌ dɜ˞ɛkʃʌn ʌv mɪstɜ˞ 'ɛs ʃɑp, kipɪŋ wʌn aɪ oʊpʌn fɔɹ ðʌ pʌtɹoʊlz, bʌt ɪɹæʃʌnʌli kʌnvɪnst ðæt ðɪs æftɜ˞nun ðɛɹ wɑz noʊ deɪndʒɜ˞ ʌv ɛniwʌn ɪntɜ˞fɪɹɪŋ wɪð hɪm.

the heavy brief case that he was carrying bumped against his knee at each step, sending a tingling sensation up and down the skin of his leg.

ðʌ hɛvi bɹif keɪs ðæt hi wɑz kæɹiɪŋ bʌmpt ʌɡɛnst hɪz ni æt itʃ stɛp, sɛndɪŋ ʌ tɪŋɡʌlɪŋ sɛnseɪʃʌn ʌp ʌnd daʊn ðʌ skɪn ʌv hɪz lɛɡ.

inside it was the book, which he had now had in his possession for six days and had not yet opened, nor even looked at.

ɪnsaɪd ɪt wɑz ðʌ bʊk, wɪtʃ hi hæd naʊ hæd ɪn hɪz pʌzɛʃʌn fɔɹ sɪks deɪz ʌnd hæd nɑt jɛt oʊpʌnd, nɔɹ ivɪn lʊkt æt.

oceania was at war with eastasia.

oʊʃiænjʌ wɑz æt wɔɹ wɪð .

eurasia was an ally.

jʊɹeɪʒʌ wɑz æn ælaɪ.

there was, of course, no admission that any change had taken place.

ðɛɹ wɑz, ʌv kɔɹs, noʊ ædmɪʃʌn ðæt ɛni tʃeɪndʒ hæd teɪkʌn pleɪs.

merely it became known, with extreme suddenness and everywhere at once, that eastasia and not eurasia was the enemy.

mɪɹli ɪt bɪkeɪm noʊn, wɪð ɛkstɹim sʌdʌnnʌs ʌnd ɛvɹiwɛɹ æt wʌns, ðæt ʌnd nɑt jʊɹeɪʒʌ wɑz ðʌ ɛnʌmi.

winston was taking part in a demonstration in one of the central london squares at the moment when it happened.

wɪnstʌn wɑz teɪkɪŋ pɑɹt ɪn ʌ dɛmʌnstɹeɪʃʌn ɪn wʌn ʌv ðʌ sɛntɹʌl lʌndʌn skwɛɹz æt ðʌ moʊmʌnt wɛn ɪt hæpʌnd.

it was night, and the white faces and the scarlet banners were luridly floodlit.

ɪt wɑz naɪt, ʌnd ðʌ waɪt feɪsʌz ʌnd ðʌ skɑɹlʌt bænɜ˞z wɜ˞ .

there was a sort of calculating ferocity in the boy's eye, a quite evident desire to hit or kick winston and a consciousness of being very nearly big enough to do so.

ðɛɹ wɑz ʌ sɔɹt ʌv kælkjʌleɪtɪŋ fɜ˞ɑsʌti ɪn ðʌ bɔɪ'ɛs aɪ, ʌ kwaɪt ɛvʌdʌnt dɪzaɪɜ˞ tu hɪt ɔɹ kɪk wɪnstʌn ʌnd ʌ kɑnʃʌsnʌs ʌv biɪŋ vɛɹi nɪɹli bɪɡ ɪnʌf tu du soʊ.

the square was packed with several thousand people, including a block of about a thousand schoolchildren in the uniform of the spies.

ðʌ skwɛɹ wɑz pækt wɪð sɛvɹʌl θaʊzʌnd pipʌl, ɪnkludɪŋ ʌ blɑk ʌv ʌbaʊt ʌ θaʊzʌnd skultʃɪldɹʌn ɪn ðʌ junʌfɔɹm ʌv ðʌ spaɪz.